I don't.
Don't laugh at me. You don't know me. You don't know my pain. You never
had
to face hiding who you were just for the love of those around you.
You never
had to face the rejection from people you thought would stick with
you
through anything. You were never on the outside looking in. As a young
girl,
you weren't subject to getting beaten up for being a sissy. You weren't
made
fun of if you wrote poetry. You were never forced into playing football,
and
literally getting run over.
You haven't had to watch your life torn apart. You haven't had to jump
through hoops for the mental healthcare community. You haven't had
to go
through a second puberty at 30. You don't sit through five hours of
electrolysis a week... feeling the bee stings on your face, over and
over.
You don't get dirty looks when you go to buy a bra, even though I need
one
every bit as much as you. You aren't told by coworkers that you're
an
abomination in the eyes of the lord. You don't watch your peers go
through
suicidal depression, and drug dependencies. You don't have a bullet
waiting
for the day when it all gets too shitty. You don't see the news articles,
the sick and horrifically violent crimes visited on others because
they're
like you. You have about half the world to pick from for a date, you
don't
have to hide your past to get a boyfriend. You can be a mommy some
day.
Did you ever have braces as a kid, or have to wear glasses? Did you
start
your period for the first time while wearing white pants? Did you ever
piss
yourself in public? Ever get shit on by a bird? Ever trip in heels
and a
long dress? How did the embarrassment feel? Was it fun when the cruel
little
snickering classmates pointed and whispered? Do you think it hurts
less as
an adult to be laughed at?
Not so funny anymore, huh?
27-Mar-01